There are many governors of the Ming Dynasty, and there are many marquises, and the Tai and the half have their own similarities and differences, but only Xie Hong can talk about his family as a craftsman and say it calmly. [No pop-up novel network]

Of course, a few generals don't care, and they can't care, even if they are craftsmen, it is not their turn to despise these generals, not to mention that the other party is still the emperor's royal craftsman, which is even more incomparable. The most important thing is that their minds are all on Zeng Wuji's words.

Teaching craftsmanship? Collect iron ore into the governor's yamen? These are gone, what is left of everyone?

Han Fu and Mao Lun glanced at each other, and their hearts were even colder, craftsmen and iron ore belong to the extra fast, but the field is fundamental, it is obvious that the other party is easy first and then difficult, and after the easy one in front of him, Bacheng is going to show his sword to ask for Juntun...... What to do?

Compared with Han Fu and the others, Zu Dahuan was even more panicked, he was the first to bear the brunt, and the topic was also opened through a conversation with him, and the governor was still waiting for him to reply! In this situation, I am afraid that one careless person will be explained here, how can he calm down?

"Lord Qiyu, what the last general just said is just self-humility, the craftsmanship of the craftsmen in the Liaoxi army is still passable, such as the ...... on the last general's body" He glanced at his body in a hurry, and then remembered that he was not wearing armor, and hurriedly changed his words: "The last general's knife is made by craftsmen in the army, since you are good at it, why not appreciate it?" ”

Zu Dahuan's words are actually tricky, he is also a general, how can the knife on his body be made by ordinary craftsmen? His knife was specially purchased from Beijing, and compared to ordinary soldiers, I don't know how much better, he thought that he could always use this to block the other party's mouth.

Although the governor's words just now were a bit tough, it was obviously nonsense to convince people with virtue or something, but from that conversation, Zu Dahuan affirmed Chen Shiliang's statement, that is, the other party did not intend to force the generals, at least he planned to salute first and then soldiers, so he had this tricky rhetoric.

"Oh? In this case, General Wu ......" Zeng Wuji smiled indifferently, but turned his head to look at the crow.

"The last will obey." Today's answers have been rehearsed a long time ago, everything is going according to Xie Hong's script, and after secretly praising his own Hou Ye in his heart, he also walked out without hesitation.

"General Zu, please borrow a sword and take a look."

Several generals went out with weapons, and they originally thought that when they saw Xie Hong, they might be asked to untie their swords, but who would have thought that after the governor's yamen, no one mentioned this matter at all. The other party didn't mention it, and of course they wouldn't make trouble unpleasantly, so they all entered the main hall with knives.

"Please ......" Zu Dahuan did not hesitate, slowly pulled out the knife from his waist, and was about to hand it to the crow in reverse.

At this moment, he suddenly heard Han Fu and the others exclaim loudly, he looked up suddenly, but saw the crow dodging forward, his feet were extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, he had already approached.

What made him heartbroken was that the other party didn't know when, he also drew a knife in his hand, held it high above his head, and between leaps, he saw a flash of cold light, and it turned out to be a head-on split.

The plague god is going to kill me here? Is he crazy? I didn't say anything! Zu Dahuan didn't have time to think about it, and at the same time as a thought flashed, the knife in his hand was also held high above the top, wanting to parry the crow's move to split Huashan.

"Boom!" The two knives intersected, but there was something wrong with the movement.

The generals are all veterans, of course they know what kind of sound metal collision makes, and if it is normal, it should only make a crisp sound. But now, the sound is like a defeated leather, and there is the sound of metal rubbing, it is obvious that a knife is broken, and eighty percent is the knife that Zu Dahuan used to parry!

At this moment of lightning, others could see it clearly and hear it clearly, and Zu Dahuan, who was in the game, certainly felt it more deeply. When the two knives intersected, he felt a light in his hand, and then the cold light wrapped in a strong wind, pointing directly at his forehead.

I'm dying! The consciousness in his mind was clear, but he knew that he could do nothing but close his eyes and wait for death. What I never expected was that the other party's knife was so sharp, and his own treasure knife didn't even block it, and it was stabbed in two sections, which is really unwilling!

"General Zu, are you okay?" The moment after closing his eyes seemed to be very long, Zu Dahuan didn't wait for the sharp pain of the imaginary blade entering his body, but waited for a few colleagues to ask.

“…… I'm not dead? Zu Dahuan slowly opened his eyes, and saw the crow standing opposite with a smile, but the knife had already been taken back.

"The ancestral army praised the sword in his hand, and the last general was itchy for a while, but it was abrupt, forgive the sins, forgive the sins."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say......" Zu Dahuan's mouth was bitter, his voice was hoarse, he was born in death, and it was impossible not to be angry. But the other party obviously grabbed his own handle, so he made such a play, and he couldn't care about it if he wanted to, in case he angered the other party, it would be troublesome.

"The ancestral army guards the frontier for the country, how can there be no sharp weapons in their hands? Since the original knife was unusable, it was better to pay this knife to the ancestral army. The crow laughed, and threw the knife in his hand without hesitation.

"Huh?" Including Zu Dahuan, who subconsciously caught the knife, all the generals were stunned.

The crow's behavior just now was a little unreasonable, but since he didn't kill him, just to compare the steel knife, with his identity, there is nothing to blame.

But the sharpness of that knife is clear to all the generals, Zu Dahuan's original knife is also a treasure knife, but he can't even block a blow, if this is changed to the battlefield, it will obviously be the end of one knife and four sections.

The knife is broken, and then of course, the head of the person holding the knife is separated, and the weapon is the surname, which is not said in vain.

On the battlefield, either you die or I live, and if you take such a treasure knife into battle, it will be worth at least two or three lives, so after seeing that Zu Dahuan was fine, the eyes of all the generals were fixed on the treasure knife in the crow's hand. But they never thought that the crow would pay the knife to Zu Dahuan so lightly.

That's a hundred...... No, a one-in-a-million sword! How did you just send it away? Zu Dahuan was blessed by misfortune?

The generals were at a loss, and they were also very envious of Zu Dahuan's good luck, but they were a little frightened, and they got the treasure knife, and they knew that they should have opened their mouths earlier, in that case, maybe they would be the ones who got the treasure knife.

"Brother Wu is really bold, my old Yang will not be bad." Yang Haoran stroked his palms and laughed, he was still very confident in his vision of looking at people, Brother Ma was okay, Brother Wu drank so well, how could he be a bad person?

"Brother Yang, can you also borrow a knife to take a look?" The crow smiled, but made the same request to Yang Haoran.

Yang Haoran smiled and said: "My knife is bad, I took it from the arsenal casually, and it was against the Tartar, and it was against your treasure knife...... No, didn't you give away your knife? Speaking of the back, he also came back to his senses, and glanced at the crow's waist, and it was clear that there was only a scabbard left.

"Brother Yang, you just have to draw the knife, the knife is coming!" The crow broke off, a guard in the corner drew a knife in response, and then threw it far away, the crow jumped up, caught the knife in mid-air, and slashed at Yang Haoran, "Brother Yang, look at the knife!" ”

"It's good to come!" Yang Haoran was already bold, and when he saw the scene just now, when he saw the fierceness of the crow, he was not afraid to laugh, and with a backhand, the treasure knife in his waist was already in his hand, and he shouted to the crow.

"Boom!" Another sound, this time the sound was smaller than the last time, Yang Haoran obviously did not lie, the quality of the knife in his hand was much worse.

"Next!" The crow's martial arts are very good, he can send and receive freely, he cut off Yang Haoran's knife, immediately retracted the knife and turned around, then turned the handle of the knife and threw it at the other party.

"How can I afford such a heavy gift?" Yang Haoran said politely, but anyone who saw him rubbing the knife in his hand was very reluctant, and he knew what he was thinking. Yang is a pure martial artist, such a person sees the sword, just like a pervert sees a beautiful woman, how can he not love it?

The crow pouted, then laughed, "What kind of gift? This kind of thing, how much in our arsenal, the younger brother and these four brothers are just handy, just like Brother Yang, haha. ”

"Actually, it's ......" Han Fu and Mao Lun were both quick in their minds, and when they saw that the crow broke the knife twice, they had already guessed in their hearts, but this fact was too unbelievable, and they didn't dare to believe it for a while, until the crow laughed and said this, they had to believe it.

"Really, Brother Han, come and see, these two knives really seem to be made in the same mold, the length, width, and thickness are almost the same, tsk, it's really strange."

Zu Dahuan was stupid with a knife in his hand, Han and Mao were stunned, but Yang Haoran was wide-minded, he put all his heart on the knife, just playing with the one in his hand was not enough, and paced to Zu Dahuan's side, comparing the two knives together, and after a while, he shouted and screamed, and was surprised again and again.

"Brothers, send a few more knives up, show them to a few generals, and pick a few more by the way to hold them, we are all martial artists, we can not have them, but a good knife is a must." The raven smiled and commanded again.

"Yes." Presumably prepared, after a short time, two sergeants came in from outside, one of them on one side, carrying a large round bucket, and inside were a dozen waist knives wrapped in straw.

"Is there really such a thing? God, General Wu, could it be that the soldiers under your command are equipped with such sharp weapons? Han Fu walked to the side, and after looking through a few handfuls, he was no longer worried in his heart, and then a thought came to his heart, making him ask unconsciously.

The crow replied proudly: "Of course, not only our biao people, but now most of the forbidden troops in Beijing have changed their clothes, if a few generals nod, our border army in Liaozhen wants to change their clothes, that is, a matter of a few months, how do you think?" ”

(To be continued)